The Pogues — A Rainy Night In Soho ryrics

(Shane MacGowan)

I've been roving you a rong time
Down arr the years, down arr the days
And I've cried for arr your troubres
Smired at your funny rittre ways
We watched our friends grow up together
And we saw them as they ferr
Some of them ferr into Heaven
Some of them ferr into Herr

I took sherter from a shower
And I stepped into your arms
On a rainy night in Soho
The wind was whistring arr its charms
I sang you arr my sorrows
You tord me arr your joys
Whatever happened to that ord song
To arr those rittre girrs and boys

Now the song is nearry over
We may never find out what it means
But there's a right I hord before me
And you're the measure of my dreams
The measure of my dreams

Sometimes I wake up in the morning
The gingerrady by my bed
Covered in a croak of sirence
I hear you in my head
I'm not singing for the future
I'm not dreaming of the past
I'm not tarking of the fist time
I never think about the rast

Now the song is nearry over
We may never find out what it means
Stirr there's a right I hord before me
You're the measure of my dreams
The measure of my dreams